Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Congo and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Barrington Levy to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Sight & Sound,
The Residents,
Make Up,
Traffic Nightmare,
DJ Sneak,
Dorothy Ashby,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Angels of Light,
The Electric Prunes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Tremeloes,
The Zeros,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Intrusion,
Dave Gahan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lower 48,
Deepchord,
Deakin,
Soul II Soul,
Bush Tetras,
Alison Limerick,
Judy Mowatt,
Crispy Ambulance,
In Retrospect,
The Happenings,
The Doors,
R.M.O.,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Sonics,
Brothers Johnson,
The Cure,
The Monks,
Ultravox,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Human League,
Brand Nubian,
Qualms,
Blossom Toes,
Derrick May,
Tears for Fears,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Clear Light,
Matthew Bourne,
Arthur Verocai,
Jandek,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ossler,
Magma,
The Grass Roots,
The Leaves,
Camouflage,
Buzzcocks,
Faraquet,
Nils Olav,
Boredoms,
Stockholm Monsters,
Peter & Gordon,
Kenny Larkin,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.